Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Shit, the courts? You know what they call it...
You're gonna need a little help with the cleanup.
As for the numbers in the phone's speed dial...
- Where then? - Go to a motel.
Northland tells me they sent it to their distribution center in Hagerstown.
We finna get back to old times, baby.
Yeah, his grandmoms.
All these ex-runners, ex-lookouts.
And by the way, congratulations.
Wait.
I mean, he got to come out on his corners, that's how he make money, right?
Oh, sure, that guy. Every two weeks for him.
Make his ears stick up.
So, you're back in the house, huh?
The man is trying something. It may be hard to stomach, but it's working.
That surveillance tape's so grainy now...
- I mean, anyone else saying it? - No, just me.
- You want a drink? - No, I don't do that neither.
Turn the fucking world upside down...
- I ain't gonna be late. - All right, then.
Did Buddy have them on display to the left or the right of the cash register?
And when I say I'm ready, you best believe it.
I'll be at Homicide.
- Where's the fun in that? - Do you want this?
Councilman, I assure you, these stats are not massaged.
Been going to them co-op meetings with String. That's his cousin, Trina.
Jen?
We're looking for a guy who came in here, ten or eleven days ago...
the condom distribution, the drug treatment intake?
Hey, yo, make her hair a little bit more straight.
You sure you want us on Marlo and Omar both?
Reddies, son, two for one.
You want to make a complaint to us that you were selling drugs...
You should lay back on this one.
- Twelve percent. - Cumulatively.
of a statistical variation from the mean in his monthly stats.
Mondo Mart, Mondo Mart, Mondo Mart, Mondo Mart. We're fucked.
Y'all want some slamming ice, go inside and tell my man Rafik sent you.
It's a real pain in my ass, too.
- Is that right? - I did do that.
No. The Chump brothers.
you're gonna turn everything we built to shit.
- Why? - 'Cause I told you to.
- "War", man, we past this bullshit. - Yeah, I forgot.
- As? - Auxiliary cops.